The Dirty Secret

The twisting knife within my heart, the legacy of hate
Is all that you have left me with in this hour late
The organ plays within the night, silent, silent, lost
My breath it clings to chill├ęd air, sparkling with frost

I had feared for life and love, pierced by Cupid’s bow
But winter brings a truth revealed, dead within the snow
The blasphemed hand and putrid filth that you wallow in
Scrapes your dignity away when you swallow him

Identity and persons whom you will never touch
Are now the coats with which I shroud my hidden lust
Perhaps what troubles me the most when I look in your eyes
Is that my hate of all you are is self-hatred in disguise